Night of Despair

Chapter 515: 513 Cultivation Three

Another part of Wanxue Palace.

Yu Xuezi walked slowly, passing through some desolate corridors.

Unknowingly, he arrived in front of a pavilion with two statues of dragon turtles.

Above the pavilion, a plaque bore three characters: Longevity Hall.

Standing alone, Yu Xuezi looked up at the plaque.

“Seeing Yu Hu’s progress, once he completes Qi Cultivation, I can bestow upon him a Taoist name. I must prepare the formal apprenticeship gift first.”

He stepped inside.

“And Bai Sheng and Hei Ying’s cultivation elixirs are almost used up, time to get new ones… and also bring a set for Yu Hu….”

Mumbling to himself, he ascended the stone steps, crossed between the two dragon turtle statues, and entered the pavilion.

The grand doors of the pavilion were long ruined, fallen to the ground, with the interior walls everywhere covered in thick, writhing red flesh.

The entire great hall was like a warehouse, with black containers marked with names scattered everywhere.

Yu Xuezi, unfazed by the fleshy walls, navigated skillfully through the piles of boxes to reach the core area.

At the core of the hall, numerous dark red tendrils extended from the walls, wrapping layer upon layer around the racks filled with elixirs on the ground.

There were a total of twelve racks, each filled with various bottles of elixirs.

Amidst these racks, a withered figure floated silently in mid-air.

The figure was garbed in a pale yellow Daoist robe, the robe in tatters, exuding an aura of decay and senescence.

His hair was completely white, the brittle strands devoid of any luster, hanging down to obscure his face.

Though this figure was so conspicuously floating in the middle of the racks, Yu Xuezi seemed not to see him as he passed by, muttering, searching for suitable elixirs for his disciples.

“Found them! Nourishing Pills! One bottle for Bai Sheng, one for Hei Ying, and since Yu Hu has good aptitude, two bottles…”

Not long after, Yu Xuezi approached a rack and, looking satisfied, picked up a palm-sized white jade porcelain bottle.

He unstoppered it and poured it slightly, revealing a gray worm egg that seemed to quiver as if alive.

He sniffed it. “How peculiar, the scent of these elixirs seems odd this time…”